Tomes and Talismans

sta, viator, heroem calcas

Do model/miniatures enthusiasts ever tell people to “relax and take notes, while [they] take tokes of the diorama smoke?”

Because I sure would.

Why does this make me feel so sad.

Why does this make me feel so sad.

This is my thousandth post, and in case it matters—it doesn’t—the one thing I’d double down on is that mistranslated or misremembered (by me) line from Genet:

Nothing will prevent me from writing words that sing.

(But also: You can say a lot of pretty things but u gotta work.)

Roger Ebert on The Ninth Gate:
After the last scene, I underlined on my note pad: What?
I’ve just watched the film for the first time since its release—‘tis the season for daemonic dreck—but ultimately I suppose Ebert said it all.

Roger Ebert on The Ninth Gate:

After the last scene, I underlined on my note pad: What?

I’ve just watched the film for the first time since its release—‘tis the season for daemonic dreck—but ultimately I suppose Ebert said it all.

Oh, graveyard raccoon. Only you really get me.

Oh, graveyard raccoon. Only you really get me.

I have no idea what the life span is of a stone on a Wexford beach. I know what books George Eliot was reading in 1876, and what letters she was writing and what sentences she was composing, and maybe that is enough for me to know. The rest is science and I do not do science. It is possible then that I miss the point of most things—the mild windlessness of the day, the swallows’ flight, how these words appear on the screen as I enter them, the greenness of the stone.

"The Empty Family" by Colm Tóibín

Poland has awarded my uncle the Knight’s Cross of the Order of Merit for his contributions to Polish-American and Slavic research and teaching of early immigrant literature.
Do book stuff, become a knight.

Poland has awarded my uncle the Knight’s Cross of the Order of Merit for his contributions to Polish-American and Slavic research and teaching of early immigrant literature.

Do book stuff, become a knight.

I finally found the right spot to describe “the evil glitter of snakeskin” on nighttime skyscrapers. I must have made that note at least eight years ago.

So you don’t have to kill your darlings, just let them develop into Omen-esque hell-scamps, if not surly teens.

"I kept thinking of you while I walked home past the graveyard."

"You live near a graveyard?"

"…Suspiciously near!"

This cover design is like a personal affront.
"Introduction by Gary Shteyngart" is NOT HELPING.

This cover design is like a personal affront.

"Introduction by Gary Shteyngart" is NOT HELPING.